The elderly school principal, who was killed in an act of bravery, was teleported in. Despite his disarray sitting on the ground, his white hair was neatly combed, looking scholarly. He touched his belly and furrowed his brows — his stab wound from the robber had disappeared.
He stood up, his back to his hands, striding around the room. Glaring at the brawling crowd and hearing the noisy commotion, he furrowed his eyebrows even further.
"Everyone, stop it! What a mess!" The old school principal yelled authoritatively. He quickly walked to the fighting crowd, trying to deter the youths.
"Get lost!" A red-haired youth punched the old principal in the nose, causing immediate bleeding.
A few women gasped and covered their mouths in horror. The men were displeased, but none of them stepped forward to intervene.
